Poetic thoughts.

If you suffer on Earth, The afflicted heart, Your life clings fast In just expiation;

If this then is your crucible, Think upon your pain, It may be the path for you To a better destiny The sorrows of life The greater they are The more they tell of the assumed Fault in your heart, Will such a price, in pains Through having a Being to purify, Be so high that wherever you go In Heaven you will have pleasure? Life is a passage Whose course tells you: If wise, on the voyage, You will always be happy. Observation – The medium who served as interpreter is not only a stranger to the most elementary rules of poetry, but has never composed a single verse. He writes them with an extraordinary facility, under the dictation of the Spirits and, although he has been a medium for only a short time, he already possesses a numerous and very interesting collection. Among others, we have already seen some, charming and quite opportune, that were dictated to him by the Spirit of a living person, whom he evoked and who resides two hundred leagues away. When awake that person is no more a poet than the medium. [1]

[see Alfred de Musset.]